Please note:
1 I hope that readers will understand that none of the characters or locations in this story are intended as stereotypes. I have simply invented random details for fun and to help make it more vivid.
2 This episode was originally intended as a brief introductory section to what happened after Ch 1, but my imagination ran away with me and it seemed a shame to condense it. Some folk will like this naughty smouldering but non-sizzling chapter but it won't appeal to all -- hopefully chapter 3 will have wider appeal. Please bear this in mind if posting comments!
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Mark felt both excited and nervous as he boarded the train with his forty-eight year old Auntie Pat, his mother's sister. He was eighteen (and a half!) years old, somewhat shy, and had not had many girlfriends. In fact apart from teenage gropes and fumbles, he could count on the fingers of both hands the number of times he had had sex before his sexy aunt had seduced him. She was visiting his parents, and his sexual experiences with her over the past ten days now outweighed his previous encounters put together.
Today she could have driven, but a car would not have suited her plans so well. She had shared her idea with him, a "story" which she invited him to help her to turn to reality. He had agreed, loving the sound of the fantasy that she wanted to act out, but feeling slightly nervous about it. She had laughed and told him that nervousness would add to the fun. She had also said that she loved fantasy and role-play, and that if he enjoyed this one she would share some others with him.
She had stressed that it was purely a fantasy, based on the experience of a friend of hers some years earlier who had done it for real. His aunt had become fascinated by it. As she had spoken to her friend, she had discreetly sought out details, how this or that part of things was worked out, and had watched -- and recorded -- a couple of television documentaries, too.
Today his aunt was dressed conservatively in a floral top (tight enough to show her small, high-mounted breasts, but cut high enough to show a few inches of skin below her neck but no cleavage) and a knee-length green skirt. Although of modest length, it was tight and stretched in alluring creases across her belly and thighs. It hugged her hips and shapely backside, and the split in its back revealed small, though tantalising, flashes of bare, pale thigh as she walked.
Under her skirt she had put on a brief pair of panties -- not too tiny, but scantier than a woman her age would normally wear. Their scantiness caused her bum cheeks to move sensually as she walked, and the teasing outline of her panties showed through her tight skirt. Her black court shoes were tall enough to emphasise the sway of her hips as she walked along.
It would take about an hour and a half for the train to reach their destination about eighty miles away - the nearest reasonably sized town where there was a decent range of shops. Shopping for a few clothes was the first -- and subsidiary -- part of her plan.
Equally importantly, it was far enough from his home (and three times as far from hers) to minimise their risk of being recognised. She had checked out for herself another important criterion a couple of days earlier.
They found two vacant seats on the train, though most seats in the carriage were taken. Once the train set off he struggled to make conversation, distracted by his excitement and nerves. In addition, he had to avoid looking too intently into her face, and to avoid looking at her breasts as well. It was possible that, still close to his home town, he might be recognised -- and suspicions aroused.
They made small talk for a while. He knew that she must be excited too, and marvelled at how relaxed she seemed as she browsed through the glossy gossip magazine she had bought. He glanced through the daily paper he had with him but found it hard to remain calm.
On her prior instruction he had not switched on his mobile phone that morning, but, also on her instruction, he did so about twenty minutes into the journey. He had an alert of three text messages. She was far from expert at texting, and each message was short. She had sent them before they set off to avoid them both obviously sending and receiving texts at the same time on the train. He made sure that his screen could not be seen, then opened his mailbox.
hi im hot n horny n tryin not to look at u. u hard?
cant w8 4 u to grope and suck my tits. awake half nite n had 2 play
cant w8 2 ride u young stud. thinking bout it rite now
He looked across at her, but she pretended not to notice. He pulled the newspaper he had bought over his rising erection.
After a while he pretended to doze off as his aunt browsed through her magazine. This had other advantages than preventing the need for small talk while so horny. With his eyes barely open he could check out the reflections of some of the other travellers.
Opposite was a busty student with a low-cut tee shirt. Further along was a mother with a young child. She leaned across to tend to her child a few times and although her skirt did not rise very high, it was worth having. He could also glance in the window nearest to him his aunt's reflection, her spectacled, slightly lined face, and her modest, but lovely, firm breasts. He glanced along the outline of her bra cups as they showed through her top.
From time to time he opened his eyes and chatted to her about her magazine. This also gave him better opportunities -- though he had to be careful -- to check out the reflection in the train window of the student and the young mother.
The whole situation made his stomach flutter like a child's. Here he was on a train with a mature woman heading out of town for sex. And not just sex; kinky, role-play sex. He was young and inexperienced, she was mature and VERY experienced. He wondered how many times she had experienced sex and how many partners she had been with over the years. He couldn't help wondering either, how far her boundaries lay.
The crowning glory of course was that she was his mother's sister. He felt a twinge of shame and remorse. While his parents were out at work, he had been secretly screwing his mother's sister in the house and was travelling with her for more of the same.
Then he reminded himself that, to be fair, the guilt lay mainly with his aunt. Although he had lusted after her -- and jacking off thinking about her -- she had made the first move, and, to be fair, he had initially resisted her advances more than many lads of his age would have.
Besides, the cloak-and-dagger routine, and even the guilt and shame were part of the thrill. They had to be careful when and where they did it so that they did not have to close and re-open curtains too much during the day. Fortunately his parents had some original watercolours in the lounge which they screened from the daytime sun with vertical blinds, and his dad also often left the blinds closed during the day in the spare room which he had converted to an office.
Then there was the conscious and determined effort involved in not looking at his aunt in a significant way while his parents were around, and the invented stories that he and she both contrived as to what they had been doing on a given day.
Today gave him a bigger buzz -- and a hard-on that was difficult to dispel. Their intentions were entirely unsuspected by their fellow passengers, who would be shocked and disgusted if they knew. And each interim station where the train stopped brought their destination and purpose closer, and heightened his excitement.
